Her surroundings kept moving,
For a second she saw trees,
Then she saw mountains,
The scenery kept changing,
But one thing that didn't change,
Was her frown,
And the inner battle,
That she was giving up,
The trees and mountains,
Couldn't make her smile,
And the song,
That was booming through her headphones,
Didn't heal her wounds,
Well
At least
Not until she saw the flock of birds,
That flew,
When the big bright star was setting,
Creating a warm orange tinge,
Did that heal her?
No,
It did not.
But,
It did gave her a will,
A will to keep on flying.
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Author:
Shallom_M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2023 06:00
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
The imagery in this write serves well for detailing the fact that despite outside influences, what we feel inside could be more powerful. But yet, at the end, you write of hope and that little glimmer is that which can pull anyone through. Good read!!
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